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Dimitri L. Taylor

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︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

✎ | 𝗂. 𝖡𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗌

✎ | 𝗂𝗂. 𝖠𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾

✎ | 𝗂𝗂𝗂. 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁

✎ | 𝗂𝗏. 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒

✎ | 𝗏. 𝖫𝗂𝖿𝖾

✎ | 𝗏𝗂. 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌

✎ | 𝗏𝗂𝗂. 𝖲𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒

✎ | 𝗏𝗂𝗂𝗂. 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

✎ | 𝗂𝗑. 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐꒰ ❈ ꒱┊❝ 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎... ❞

┈┈⋅⋅⋆┈┈ ˗ˏˋ 🌹 ˎˊ˗ ┈┈⋆⋅⋅┈┈

˗ˏˋ 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 ˎˊ˗

─┈✦┈─

; 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔰 ;

➛ 𝗼𝗰 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 ; LocalOCTrashbin

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐꒰ ❈ ꒱┊❝ 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐! ❞

┈┈⋅⋅⋆┈┈ ˗ˏˋ ☎️ ˎˊ˗ ┈┈⋆⋅⋅┈┈

˗ˏˋ 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘 ˎˊ˗

─┈✦┈─

; 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 ;

➛ Dimitri Lewis Taylor

; 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 ;

➛ N/A

; 𝚊𝚐𝚎 ;

➛ 16 (Depends)

; 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 ;

➛ 12 // 18 // ****

; 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 ;

➛ Male (He/They)

; 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 ;

➛ Venezuelan

; 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜 ;

➛ Human

; 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 ;

➛ 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 : His family, friends, sitting outside, crafting (occasionally)

➛ 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 : Feeling useless, reading (Who likes that? /j), people who tend to be overly rude

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐꒰ ❈ ꒱┊❝ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎! ❞

┈┈⋅⋅⋆┈┈ ˗ˏˋ ✨ ˎˊ˗ ┈┈⋆⋅⋅┈┈

˗ˏˋ 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ˎˊ˗

─┈✦┈─

; 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 ;

➛ Dimitri’s face shows no apparent scars or damages, and small freckles can be seen on his cheeks and close to under their eyes. There is not noticeable facial hair on his face, typically being shaved off when it grows.

; 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 ;

➛ Dimitri has dark blue hair fluffy bangs that don’t stay in his eyes. There is a slight fade to a pale dark red at the tips of their bangs, a color he picked up from his mother.

; 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 ;

➛ Dimitri is somewhat slim, with no noticeable muscles appearing on his build. The lack of visible muscle doesn’t change their surprising strength that can catch a few off guard. His height is recorded to be around 5’7” and no weight that they wishes to disclose to others. His skin is more fair colored.

; 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 ;

➛ Dimitri’s eyes are a light gray, matching his mother’s eyes.

; 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 ;

➛ 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : Dimitri has a single ear piercing in both ears, and has attested to keeping just those and wanting no others.

➛ 𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗼𝘀 : Dimitri has no tattoos nor do they wish to have any.

➛ 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 : He typically has a pair of round sunglasses that they keep on rested on his head so they’re there when they need them.

; 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 ;

➛ 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 :

➛ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 :

➛ 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 :

➛ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 :

➛ 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 :

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐꒰ ❈ ꒱┊❝ 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎! ❞

┈┈⋅⋅⋆┈┈ ˗ˏˋ 💊 ˎˊ˗ ┈┈⋆⋅⋅┈┈

˗ˏˋ 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖍 ˎˊ˗

─┈✦┈─

; 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 ;

➛ 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 : 9/10

➛ 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 : 8/10

➛ 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 : 8/10

; 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 ;

➛ 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 : N/A

➛ 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀/𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 : Slight signs of OCD (Not tested or confirmed)

➛ 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀 : N/A

➛ 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 : Dimitri has no medications.

➛ 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗲𝘀 : Slight pollen allergy that clogs their sinuses.

; 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 ;

➛ 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀? Dimitri has arachnophobia (Fear of Spiders) and necrophobia (Fear of Death).

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐꒰ ❈ ꒱┊❝ 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍! ❞

┈┈⋅⋅⋆┈┈ ˗ˏˋ 📌 ˎˊ˗ ┈┈⋆⋅⋅┈┈

˗ˏˋ 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 ˎˊ˗

─┈✦┈─

; 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 ;

➛ Dimitri is a very calm-minded person, easily able to cool down in stressful situations as well as help calm others. He also tends to be a little flirtatious, something that was observed from their father, though his is not as prominent. There also seems to be a bit of a lack of self-confidence that can show sometimes when he is overly stressed.

; 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 ;

➛ 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁��𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 : They are very calm-minded, and a good mediator in conflicts. He also knows how to serve as reassurance to those who need it.

➛ 𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 : He can often get inside their own head, with some issues of being flirtatious at times. The lack of self-confidence can lead to them dealing with large fits of stress.

; 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 ;

➛ 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘀 : Good listener, good at reassurance, good memory

➛ 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘀 : Biting nails, self-deprecation (sometimes), struggling to read the room (sometimes)

➛ 𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀 : Dimitri enjoys crafting in their spare time, as well as engaging in things such as photography.

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐꒰ ❈ ꒱┊❝ 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛! ❞

┈┈⋅⋅⋆┈┈ ˗ˏˋ ⚜️ ˎˊ˗ ┈┈⋆⋅⋅┈┈

˗ˏˋ 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 ˎˊ˗

─┈✦┈─

; 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ;

➛ 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 : N/A (Depends)

➛ 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 : N/A (Depends)

; 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 ;

➛ 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻/𝗷𝗼𝗯 : N/A (Depends)

➛ 𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 : N/A (Depends)

; 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ;

➛ Dimitri was born in **** and had stayed with his parents throughout their life. He had been raised around their mannerisms, eventually learning how to de-escalate fights when they got tense. This helped keep them happy and gave Dimitri good skills regarding helping others. He wishes to move out when he reaches 18. (Depends on age if this has or hasn’t been done.)

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐꒰ ❈ ꒱┊❝ 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢... ❞

┈┈⋅⋅⋆┈┈ ˗ˏˋ ♠️ ˎˊ˗ ┈┈⋆⋅⋅┈┈

˗ˏˋ 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘 ˎˊ˗

─┈✦┈─

; 𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ;

➛ 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 : Nicole Hunt Taylor

➛ 𝗮𝗴𝗲 : 42 (Depends)

➛ 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗵𝗶𝗽 : Dimitri and Nicole have a good relationship. Nicole knows she can rely on Dimitri when needed, and Dimitri will always be there to help his mother when she needs him. Nicole is happy and will assist her son where she can to ensure Dimitri does well in his future.

➛ 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲? : Yes, Nicole is alive and she is doing very well.

; 𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ;

➛ 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 : Dante Rios Taylor

➛ 𝗮𝗴𝗲 : 43 (Depends)

➛ 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗵𝗶𝗽 : Dimitri and his father get along extremely well. They are similar in personality, but that just helps strengthen the bond that they have with one another. This bond has made it easy for them to help one another, and ensures that Dante knows how to help Dimitri when they need it.

➛ 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲? : Yes, Dante is alive and also doing extremely well.

; 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎 ;

➛ 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 : Gene Lopez Taylor

➛ 𝗮𝗴𝗲 : 44 (Depends)

➛ 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗵𝗶𝗽 : Dimitri and Gene are pretty close, as Dimitri is able to come over whenever he feels like it. Gene has no issues looking over Dimitri and is more than happy to do so.

➛ 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲? : Yes, Gene is alive.

࿎࿎

; "𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐" ;

➛ 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 : Carter Ángel Taylor

➛ 𝗮𝗴𝗲 : 17 (Depends)

➛ 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗵𝗶𝗽 : The two struggle to get along sometimes due to Carter’s likeliness to shut many people out and act colds towards them. This does not change that Carter does care for Dimitri, and Dimitri cares for him. The two will disagree over a lot of things, but when it comes to it, they will both be there for one another. They both are cousins, as opposed to real siblings, but treat each other like a brother.

➛ 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲? : Yes, Carter is alive.

࿎࿎

; 𝚙𝚎𝚝 ;

➛ 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 : Lotus - Siamese Cat

➛ 𝗮𝗴𝗲 : 4 (Depends)

➛ 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲? : Lotus is alive!

࿎࿎

; 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ;

➛ 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 : Marshall Sean Valkrum

➛ 𝗮𝗴𝗲 : 16 (Depends)

➛ 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 : The two get along very well due to how often their fathers visit one another. They have grown a close bond and stick around one another in order to help the other. Dimitri likes to help reassure Marshall when he starts to feel insecure.

➛ 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲? : Yes, Marshall is alive.

࿎࿎

; 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛 ;

➛ 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 : N/A

➛ 𝗮𝗴𝗲 : N/A

➛ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 : N/A

➛ 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗵𝗶𝗽 : N/A

➛ 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲? : N/A

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐꒰ ❈ ꒱┊❝ 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝙸'𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕.. ❞

┈┈⋅⋅⋆┈┈ ˗ˏˋ ♣️ ˎˊ˗ ┈┈⋆⋅⋅┈┈

˗ˏˋ 𝖘𝖊𝖝𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 ˎˊ˗

─┈✦┈─

; 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ;

➛ 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 : Bisexual

➛ 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 : N/A

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐꒰ ❈ ꒱┊❝ 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢... ❞

┈┈⋅⋅⋆┈┈ ˗ˏˋ ♥️ ˎˊ˗ ┈┈⋆⋅⋅┈┈

─┈✦┈─

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐꒰ ❈ ꒱┊❝ 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕. ❞

┈┈⋅⋅⋆┈┈ ˗ˏˋ ♦️ ˎˊ˗ ┈┈⋆⋅⋅┈┈

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└──» ✎ 。 Azriel x Oc

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╰─➛ part one ╰─➛ part two ╰─➛ part three

This males voice was so deadly and deep that it caused Mareena to shiver, and when he gave a step closer to her despite his friends trying to warn him, those shadows that hug him like a cloak of deadly darkness activated in her that uncontrollable sense of survival and self-protection.

This time tho, it didn’t threw him away as it had done with the other two, instead, the male froze again and he went pale in a millisecond. He gasped as if surprised and then sank on his knees, the tan color of his skin was slowly turning pale, and his shadows were nowhere to be seen now, leaving space for the light of the moon and stars to illuminate them. Cassian and Rhysand stared in shock, for a second too shocked and confused of what was happening to react, but ones the male on his knees stared up at Mareena with infuriated hazel eyes, they stepped closer to them.

“Hey, Mareena, hey, look at me, look at me,” even tho Rhysand’s voice was urged, it still held a tone of softness that made her indeed look up at him. The violet eyed male smiled slightly, trying hard not to glance at his friend and instead focus on the female in front of him, putting every drop of effort in not to scare her and light up that powerful spark in her even more. “I’m sorry for Azriel, he’s a bit of an ass, too, but he meant no harm, nor he will hurt you, can you please…release him?”

When Mareena returned her gaze at the shadow male —Azriel—, she wasn’t so sure of Rhysand’s words; the male was staring at her with deep fury, silently demanding her to release him of her control. His darkness only promised murderous and dangerous things, not pleasant at all. She swallowed hard, but didn’t took her gaze off of him while she talked to Rhysand.

“I don’t…I don’t know how I did it, I don’t know how to undo it,” she knew perfectly what she had done: she had took the male’s powers, almost his very essence, she had done it before with Amarantha, and yet she didn’t knew much less understood how.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. Take my hand, would you?” She then stared at Rhysand again. He had his hand extended towards her with an encouraging smile.

Mareena stared at that big, tan hand. She was so tired at that point, whatever bits of magic she was using against Azriel were truly, slowly draining her to the point she believed at any point she would be completely drained, and would collapse right there, leaving her fate at this three males’ hands.

She couldn’t do that, not with Azriel’s murderous gaze on her. So she decided to take the hand of the one who looked most reliable. Maybe it was a big mistake, maybe she was forsaking her live with that simple action, because even tho Rhysand appeared to be the anchor she now needed the most, she could also feel a dark, uncontrolled power inside of him, a dangerous one. But she took his hand anyways, the male smiled even warmer, and to her surprise, his touch was soft, welcoming calm and warm. It relaxed her, it gave her a sense of…she didn’t knew how to call it.

Suddenly they both heard Azriel’s gasp and turned their heads to him. The color was back to his skin, the shadows as well had returned in a frenzy. Cassian helped him get up, giving him time to recover, but also, kind of holding him just in case he decided to take his vengeance.

Mareena opened her mouth to mutter a true-hearted apology to the male, but before the words could have a chance to come out, she felt something terrible hitting her. Utterly exhaustion. She was drained, as she had predicted, and that sudden stroke of tiredness took her off guard, making her loose all her balance and physical support and landing straight into Rhysand’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” she then murmured, and even tho the apology was intended to Azriel, she didn’t believe it was heard by even Rhysand, she wasn’t even sure if she had really said it or just thought of it.

Before she could find out, darkness swallowed her completely.

☪︎⋆

She had woken up on a place called Illyria, or at least in one of its war-camps. The place was cold and almost numb in color. Not as much as the Middle tho, at least in here perseverated the red of blood.

Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel had brought her to the Windheaven Camp, and she quickly learned Rhys —as he had insisted in being called—, was the son and Heir of the High Lord of the Night Court.

When he told her she was in the Night Court, she exploded in tears. Sudden sobs had surprised the two males —Azriel had left the room as soon as she woke up, Mareena sensed it had something to do with her taking away his powers and controlling that part of him earlier—, they stared at her in shock and fear, nerves, also. They didn’t knew what to do, why she had started crying and much less how to make her stop. She had cried until her eyes dried. She had made it, she had done it to the Night Court, she was now far, far away of her family. That was a relieve that she didn’t knew just how to express with words, how to explain it to the two astonished males.

“I’m sorry, i’m…” But she couldn’t finish that sentence, the sobs broke her words.

“It’s…it’s ok, uhm, can we help you with anything?” Rhys asked, concern filling his eyes.

“No i’m…i’m really sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t meant to start crying like this is just…I…I had been running for so long, I never thought I would finally do it but…i’m here, i’m finally here. I don’t expect you to understand but…getting to the Night Court, as far away from my family as possible, has been the only thing keeping me alive this entire year. And i’m finally here,” she didn’t looked at them as she spoke, she stared at her calloused, dirty hands, she had never felt this way, so…accomplished, such joy filling her heart, she had made it.

Both males shared a look, before Rhys sighed and approached her to kneel besides the bed she was laying on, his wings spread across the floor, and when Mareena stared up at him, she saw an understating glow in his gorgeous eyes.

“We do get it, actually, at least a bit of what you said, the part of wanting to get away. I’m glad to hear you reached your goal, it sounds like it’s been a hell of a ride for you, do you have any plans now? Something we can help you with?”

Oh. She hadn’t thought about it. She had been so focused on getting here, she never actually considered what she would do ones she finally arrived. That much displayed visibly on her face for Cassian and Rhys to see.

“Uhm, I…I actually don’t.”

But Rhysand only smiled and stood up while nodding.

“Ok, then, why don’t you get comfortable? You can stay here for as long as you need, i’ll get my mother, she’ll help you dress up in something cleaner, does that sound good?”

“And i’ll look for something you can eat, you look like starving, doll,” Cassian smiled slightly, and even tho she knew she must look terrible, she couldn’t help the smile and slight blush on her cheeks at his easygoing.

She stared at them for a silent moment, after meeting Kallias and Viviane, she shouldn’t have been surprised to know there were good people in the world, but she couldn’t help but still be.

“That sounds perfect, thanks,” she murmured with a genuine smile, her eyes tearing up again, but she refused to let the tears spill, she didn’t wanted to make a fool of herself yet again.

“Ok, then, see you in a bit, get comfortable, ok?” She nodded to Rhys, and lingered her gaze on the bat wings that walked away from her and outside until she couldn’t see them no more.

Sleep found her easily and quickly, like it had never had.

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“You offered her what?” Azriel snapped, his eyebrows on his forehead.

“Come on, Az, don’t be such a prick,” ignoring his every warnings, Rhys brushed the matter under a rock with an easy smile and a pat on his shoulder.

“A prick? Rhys, she’s dangerous, we don’t know her,” he had still no idea what that in the woods had been, it had felt like the most terrifying experience of his life, and he had lived pretty fucked up things to that moment, it was as his very soul was slowly draining away, as if all his power, all and everything he was, was out of his control, out of him, he could ever come close to describe those words with accuracy.

“No, we don’t, but I really didn’t knew you nor Cassian when I let you in my home, besides, she’s just scared, if you took the time to really see past that accident, you would see that maybe…maybe you both have more in common than you think.”

“More in common? What the…? What would you know? Rhys, you just met her!” He stated, shocked and incredulous.

“I know enough!” As he dismissed his warnings again, he smiled annoyingly knowingly while walking away from him.

Azriel stood in place for some minutes more, taking everything in consideration himself and then simply realizing Cassian and Rhysand would not take his words seriously, so, with a heavy sigh, he went to do what had to be done himself.

He went back to the cabin, his face an unreadable mask, as he entered, he heard his friends voices in the dinning room, followed then by a little, rough but feminine voice. He made his way there, and when the girl, Mareena, saw him coming, she instantly fell quiet and lowered her head. Yeah, that innocent look wasn’t going to do much for her now.

“You said you were running from your family,” he didn’t even stoped to look at his friends, he directly started speaking to her. “Who are they? What made you want to run away so bad?”

“You…”

“Yes, I heard, now answer,” he watched the inner battle flash through her eyes, she lowered her head again, licking her lips.

“Fine, I would understand if you don’t want to share that, then let’s switch the question, are they coming for you?”

“I would…I would hope not,” fear spread across her face at the mere thought of that possibility, and Azriel couldn’t help but to feel a certain small amount of pity in his heart, maybe he did understood her better than he would like to acknowledge.

“How are you so sure?”

“Because they’re distracting looking elsewhere,”

“Where?”

“The Winter Court.”

“Why there?”

“Because I was there.”

“That’s where you stole that coat?” Her face twisted in a frown, but she took a second longer than she would have liked to answer that.

“I didn’t stole that coat.”

“That is a big, expensive coat.”

“It was a gift.”

“A gift from who?” Rhysand and Cassian where looking between the male and the female, and each other, asking silently if they should step up and interrupt the heavy questioning and tension unfolding.

“From a…friend,” a little hint of sadness played in the corner of her mouth.

“Why couldn’t you stay with your friend, then.”

“Because my family almost found me, if I stayed there I would be dead.”

Azriel thought about his next question very carefully, still not breaking the heavy eye contact, carefully analyzing every expression and hint of glimmer that appeared in her bruised face.

“What did you did to me, out there? Is that why your family wants to kill you?” Mareena felt silent at the question, but adverted her eyes from his, looking uncomfortably to anywhere but him.

He had hit a nerve, something big, something troubling, he felt her very emotions twisting in the tensed air.

“Az, maybe we shouldn’t…”

But as Cassian started speaking, Mareena took a deep breath and spoke with rough, heavy voice.

“I don’t know, don’t believe me if you don’t want to, but it’s the truth, I don’t what…this, is, i’m…i’m really sorry for what I did, I didn’t meant to hurt you, I had thought I had caged it, I did, a lot of it, but I still feel it twisting inside of me, and I…I honestly hate it, I was tortured as long as I can remember because of it, it has never done me any good, and…you won’t have to worry about it, it will never happen again,” her voice was so severe, so full of resentment and sadness, it made his expression relax a little bit.

The four of them fell silent, then, no one said a word, before Rhys extended his hand on the table to grasp one of hers, and smiled slightly but encouraging to her.

“Whatever happened to you in the past, it’s ok now, it’s in the past.”

She smiled, too, and a flicker of hope glimmered in her brown eyes, they were so easy to read, her every emotions always seemed to flicker in them, they held so much of them, so much of a burden.

Azriel looked down, he hated to admit it, but Rhysand had been right, he excused himself, and walked out of the cabin, not turning back to steal one last glance at those magical, emotional eyes.

“Don’t mind Azriel he’s just…a little wary,” Rhys excused his friend, turning to look at her with a little ashamed smile.

“Don’t worry I…I get it, he has every right to be,” and well, she had, after all, taken his powers away, that seems like a pretty good reason to feel wary about someone you’ve just met.

But, even though he had every right to be wary about her, she had seen something that, at least for her, seemed like understanding flashing for a second in his face, just for a split second, his mask of seriousness had fell, and Mareena couldn’t help but to ask herself how well did he had understood the feeling of having to run away from ones family, she knew Rhysand and Cassian understood in some way, but, in Azriel’s face, the scars that hadn’t yet healed deep inside at the mention of torture, left hr wandering how well did he really understood her, how deep his scars were.

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“Are you adjusting all right, darling?” Rhysand’s mother, a beautiful, gentle female, there was no doubt where Rhysand had taken his breathtaking beauty from.

“I am, thank you,” the female smiled warmly, making Mareena’s heart take a little jump, she had never felt such an energy from anyone, maybe because she had never met a good mother, but it felt strange, very strange.

She had taken a bath, ones she was able to stand up from bed and walk by herself, and eaten alongside Rhys and Cassian, Alhena, Rhys’ mom, had giving her some pieces of clothes that belonged to her daughter, since Mareena had lost so much weight, they fitted perfectly, and then told her that, once she felt more comfortable and gained some weight, she could take her measurements to make her some clothes of her own.

“My daughter is coming tomorrow, we’ll be staying some time to make Rhys and the boys some company, but I feel you two could be good friends, so you dont have to be all day with my troublemakers,” just as she said that with a sly smile, the three boys she had been talking about entered the cabin, with only what she could name smiles full of mischief.

“We heard that!” Said Cassian, and Alhena rolled her beautiful violet eyes in amusement .

“How was training, boys?” The three winged males came covered in sweet and still panting.

Mareena knotted her eyebrows together in curiosity, training for what?

“It was good, Azriel lost,” answered Rhys, cheeky smile playing on his lips while he looked at the shadow man, who immediately rolled his eyes in irritation.

“I was distracted,” he said, as if he was explaining the same thing for the thousand time.

“Yeah, that’s for sure,” Cassian laughed, stealing a glance towards her, that same cheeky smile from Rhysand’s face.

Azriel made a growling noise and rolled his eyes again. Alhena laughed sweetly, and smacked the boys’ head.

“Enough playing around, you three, go take a shower, you smell horribly,” Cassian got near her to loudly kiss her head, but also to playfully rub said smell on her. Alhena laughed while pushing the huge male away from her, and the other two boys laughed as well.

Mareena admired the scene in front of her with a small smile, Cassian and Azriel weren’t Alhena’s sons, but it almost seemed as if they were, she wondered, then, if that’s what a family should actually look like.

After Cassian got pinched in the arm, he laughed while going into the bathing room first, Alhena asked her son to help her organizing something for his sister’s arrival tomorrow, leaving her alone in the living room with Azriel.

“I…” the shadow male started speaking, rubbing his neck in an uncomfortable way. “I wanted to…sorry, I just wanted to apologize for earlier, I think I went a little too far.”

Mareena smiled and shook her head, looking at her hands. “No, no you didn’t, you had the right to be angry at me after what I did to you, and, I admit the whole situation could look very wrong. You don’t have to trust me, but, everything I did was to get away from my father, I don’t want any troubles.”

“I know,” those words took her by surprise, she looked right up at him, with her eyebrows slightly knitted together. “I understand what it’s like to be trapped with the shittiest of families, just wanting to escape, be free, I got that, and I was lucky enough to find people like this, but you are just started, you just got your freedom, so, enjoy it.”

Mareena looked at him in awe, she had been right, Azriel understood her in a deeper level than she had thought, and his words sank deep in her. She was just starting, that much was true, her newfound freedom left her with a sea of possibilities, and she had no idea where to even start, she admitted just that to him.

“I don’t even know where to start,” she laughed slightly, and he smiled, a very subtle, little smile.

“You will know once you find it.”

With those words, he then vanished into another room, leaving her alone with the cup of hot tea that Alhena had giving her. A smile spread across her thin face, and hope bumping in her chest.

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